Flip Zimmerman x Reader - Hockey Player AU
A Hockey Captain
A Figure Skater
A Jealous Boyfriend
And an Olympic Dream.
You're aiming for gold. Flip is aiming for you.
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For three days you endured the comments of Mariann, the screams and slaps from Andy and the numbness which had taken over you. At one point it seemed as thought the pair were taking turns to ridicule you, each taking their turn at making you feel utterly worthless. But you'd stopped listening, your tears had dried and you continued on in the monotonous routine that was your life.
Wednesday night had been the worst of it. Andy and his mother had left for the day, locking you in the apartment without your phone. Leaving a list of chores to complete by the time they got back. You were exhausted, emotionally and physically, and you missed Flip. You longed for his touch and for his kiss in your darkest moments and in the melancholy you felt plagued by. But you kept going. You had to keep going.
You hands were cracked and bleeding, your eyes stinging from the scent of bleach, and your stomach rumbled signifying it's emptiness... you hadn't eaten since Monday morning. But you had to keep going. You had to. How else would you find a way to get out? How else would you be able to run, and run straight into the arms of Philip?
You had to get out because you'd already imagined a life with Flip, and you wanted to make it happen.
You hadn't realised but at one point in the early evening you'd fallen asleep on the couch. Andrew and his mother had returned to the sight of you in your cleaning apron, sprawled out on the couch sleeping soundly. That didn't last long.
He slammed the door closed, startling you awake. "So this is what you've been doing? This place looks like a landfill, absolutely FILTHY." Mariann had screeched.
"I'm sorry I-I didn't realise how tired I was" you said, your eyes focused on the carpet under your feet.
"Our room. Now." Without hesitation you obeyed. You hated it, but you obeyed.
Andrew followed you in and pushed you down onto the floor wishing seconds off stepping foot through the door. The force sent you flying, causing you to hit your head off the side table and you crumpled to the floor.
"You just love to embarrass me don't you honey. Love to show me up in front of my family. Maybe that's why you haven't got any hey? Because they are so embarrassed at how pathetic you are?"
"Please Andy I'm sorry! I didn't mean to fall asleep." You felt a small stream of blood run down your cheek from your temple. Matting you're loose hair and staining your pale face.
"It's fucking unacceptable. All I ask is for you to clean up after yourself, but clearly that's too much to comprehend for someone like you isn't it honey." He crouched down to your level on the floor as you cowered back. "You never were very bright."
"Andy-"
"DONT SAY ANOTHER FUCKING WORD" he screamed in your face taking your wrists in his hands and squeezing with everything he had, you whimpered. "I don't want to hear it."
